So it's finally rained enough to me to write another fic. Apparently my muse only works between midnight and 2 am anyways.

BUT HEY LOOK, I DID FIRO AND ENNIS JUST AS REQUESTED (Got it done eventually, anyways.) So, now the only thing to do is... *scratches head* Wait for another character/pairing request?

Ennis and Firo arn't mine

Baccano isn't mine.

The woman blinked up the droplets right as the man beside her causally commented that it was raining.

"Rain." She said. "The condensation of water into clouds though a cycle that-"

"No, no." Firo managed a laugh. "I know what it is, I mean... not how it is, really, but I was just saying that it was."

"Oh." Ennis nodded as they walked along, though with an infectious smile from the brunette, she was smiling as well.

"Sometimes the rain is a real bummah." He admitted, looking up at the sky. Heavy clouds hung over them threateningly. "And the storms are even worse. It sounds like someone's kickin' drums up there."

"They arn't."

"Huh?"

Ennis looked up, confused. "Clouds wouldn't hold anyone. And I doubt, should be anyone that might have made it possible to stay up so high,there is a big enough drum..." But Ennis looked over to Firo, who was smothering polite laughter. "Ah. You weren't... serious."

The rain came down harder- now a steady drizzle that covered them both. Ennis hair stuck to her face, and her suit clung to her embarrassingly. She peeked over at Firo, who was looking up at the sky, his hair a little messy, but still a little dry due having just removed his hat. She studied him, and how his brown eyes seemed so lost, gazing up at the clouds. She followed the gaze, trying to look up, but all she saw were dark clouds, and water that splashed onto her face. She wondered what he thought about sometimes- How his thoughts came to him.

He was so different from Szliard, though he held his memories. Firo always looked so at peace what he did. But when he smiled, when he grinned... It was like the entire world lit up. So though the sky was dark, when he suddenly grinned at her, Her eyes widened in startled surprise, but just like that, the world was just a little brighter.

Now it was really pouring, but they had momentarily stopped walking. Firo looked around, not having a place to put his hat as he looked more and more exciting. "Now this is somethin! My favorite part!" He put his hat on her head. "Hold this for me, will ya?"

She blinked a little, the brim of the hat blocking her view before she fixed it with one hand simultaneously as Firo took the other. His hand closed around her smaller one, and she held on for dear life as she soon discovered he was decided to move again. What was his favorite part? What was his favorite part of what? One foot in front of the other, and suddenly, she was on the move with him, the couple running down the rain painted streets. He laughed as the rain blew in the direction they headed.

It was exciting.

Ennis picked up speed, running besides him, and like children, they both laughed.

Firo faultered in his steps, realizing that he hadn't heard her laugh very often- and it was almost invisible against the sound of the rain and thunder. He watched her for several seconds before he realized his feet no longer had ground beneath it. "Yah!"

They both sailed off the bridge, Firo because he wasnt watching where he was going, and Ennis because she thought Firo knew what he was doing, but deduced as he flailed on the way down, that he indeed did not. They hit the lake water with a splash, and surfaced, holding onto each other.

"I'm sorry!" Firo apologized, though he was in peels of laughter. "I love runnin' in the real heavy-like rain, but, ah..." He scratched his cheek. "Didn't notice the street ended."

Ennis covered her mouth as she reached besides her to grab the floating hat.

Though the world was dark- it was raining hard and thundering every couple of seconds, or even the cars that chugged over the little bridge, All he could hear in that moment was the joyful giggle from between her lips.

"What a true beauty." Firo mouthed to himself, his heart warmed.

"What?"

"I said lets get out of the water before you get sick!"

"I don't believe I can get sick!" She called back, but was already wading to a possible exit.

"Good! But just an' case!"

She looked back at him with a shy smile, but nodded before tossing his hat back in his direction.

With a chuckle, He popped the soggy hat back onto his head and followed to her. He didn't understand how anyone could hate a rainy day.